A/N I don't own Twilight
Book of the update: The Kane Chronicles by Rick Riordan
Chapter 4
I have been here for a week now. The daily visits from my doctor are sickening. He won't believe me that I'm innocent! And worse, when they do let us speak with one another, the other people just as sane as I say that the doctors have started up using their old methods again; it is basically torture to us! I have never had to do anything like that, but a friend of mine who is also sane, said that she has, and they shock you with electricity, and stick you in buckets of ice to "cool you brain into normality". It's awful.
The sound of a key being shoved in the lock interrupts my thoughts. I turn my face as to not see that man. I hate him. His voice calls out to me. "Alice? I need you to come with us. We're going to help you." I look over to see two other men with white coats, along with a few nurses.
As they lock my hands onto the chair, I glare at Dr. Fields. "I'm not insane. Why can't you just believe that?" He smiles fakely at me and presses a button on the back of the chair. My scream echoes in my ears, my head lolling to the side as the world goes black.
A/N Alice was alive in 1901, and I looked up mental asylums then, and the website said that they were using gentle, more humane methods of trying to cure patients, but once more fell back into their old ways of ice-baths and electricity shocks. It didn't say what time they restarted them, but I'm going to say now, just because I want Alice's story to be even sadder. I'm so evil.